Triangle Guy From Gravity Falls Novels & Stories

His voice was tired and enfeebled, but he surprised the two flunkie nonetheless. "Tucker…?" "What the fuck are you doing?!" While Tigris was surprised to see Scarface pick up the shiv and fight, he soon calmed down and smirked. It seemed that he would be having some fun today. Frank was smiling when he saw Scarface charge at the flunkies too. "Hehe… so you do have a spine." Bang! To no surprise, the enfeebled Scarface tripped over Tigris' outstretched leg, dropping his shiv into a nearby puddle.

Using her own momentum against her, he hurled Commander Sylas out of the shattered window. She fell backward into the smoky abyss of the Slag-Works. At the last possible second, a grappling wire shot from her wrist gauntlet, latching onto a steel girder fifty feet below. She swung violently out of sight, lost in the chaotic smog of the rioting factory. Tristan slumped against the window frame, gasping for air. His arms were shaking. I am definitely human again, he thought, wincing at the throbbing ache in his shoulder.

he announced. "Press-ups only? Is Madden fuçking ok? What the hell!" Igor shouted. "It's his duty, and he can give them any damn trial he wants. Quit the jealousy!" Trixie replied. Igor instantly tried to attack her, but hastily, she set her bow in her arrow, pointing at him. "Come closer and I'll release it!" He came closer anyways, and she released the arrow, but Andrei caught it before it could get to Igor. Sin smiled, and Trixie scoffed.

Gravity is not my friend, and my stomach lifts in my body as I am temporarily weightless in the air. I take Dane down in a flying hurdle I don’t intend. Instead, I am just looking for a soft landing spot to save me from ultimate permanent disfigurement. His arms, face, and torso meet my body side on, and we become a splat-impacted, entangled mess of limbs and grunts as we topple the last small set of five steps into a rolling ball. We crash across the marble floor, somehow ending up wrapped together in the fetal position with me on top, and hit a sliding stop against the nearest pillar.

Her grit and determination are sexy as hell. Fallon reaches the platform, grabbing ahold of one of the boards to swing herself up. As she does, one of the recruits that was tailing her closes in and snatches her other patch off of her shoulder just as she swings onto the platform. It should be game over, but either she doesn’t know that her patch was taken or she just doesn’t care. Once on the platform, she lands a couple of good jabs on Brennan, one of the gold team recruits guarding the flag. As he staggers back and falls, she wheels to Summer, the other flag guard, and knees her in the stomach so hard that it knocks the wind out of the poor girl.

He clung to the wall with all his strength. Trish climbed to her feet as she looked to Darius struggling to keep from falling into the shaft. "Shit," she sighed. She'd intended on beating him unconscious, but now she was stuck. He was too heavy for her to pull up and if she called for the guard, he'd shoot her.

His wings still out, tensed, and ready, the rest of us holding our weapons. He moved so fast I didn’t even see him. Sliding past the others as fluid as water going around rocks in a stream he came for me, I felt his arm snag my waist and my feet left the Earth. I heard Devon’s shots fire and Kenneth soared into the air in pursuit. Cassi let out a scream and I heard the others calling my name as we ascended, until they were just specks. Kenneth closing in, aiming his crossbow at Shamshiel’s wings, his purple wings beating as he tried desperately to keep up, his face contorted in anguish as he realized he would not be able to help me. In the blink of an eye Shamshiel closed his wings around us

At first, no one dared to respond, but later on, Ziggy gave it to me. I took my phone out, dialing Zekiel's number. Without a single thought of hesitance, I called him. Not even 15 minutes later, Zekiel showed up. Good thing he's easy to talk to. "Hi," shortly, Zekiel greeted us with a pleased smile. "Sit with me," I offered him with a fake beam on my lips, pointing to my side. Without a doubt, he settled next to me. Zekiel is 100% handsome like Craig but the same age as me. I guess Craig was five years older than me.

The three of them were not even far away when Ynaria was suddenly stopped by someone holding her right foot so she looked at it. "One of you can't escape!" Trist said as he fell to his knees and gripped Ynaria's leg tightly. Ynaria tries to struggle from Trist's grip on her leg, but Trist is too strong. While Clement and Paul, they drag Ynaria but they deliberately lose the strength to help the girl. "Trist, release me!" Ynaria said tearfully. Then its released his grip on Clement to the surprise of Clement and Paul. "Save yourselves!" Its attachment.

I'll have to use you as a support, or I'll trip and fall again. As he said this, as if he were showing Ryan Dixon how to do it, his hand slipped, he fell again onto Ryan Dixon, and their chests touched. Jeff Gray gave him a "See?" look, which made Ryan Dixon's veins on his forehead hurt even more. He was almost at the end of what he could take. Jeff Gray was able to get up, and when he did, he rubbed his hand over his chin while sucking air in through his mouth and said it hurt.